Hello everyone, it's me again, the annoying Esta! *beam*


Okay, today I don't spend so long on the preface, just this:


The idea for this FF came to me when I was watching the movie "The Others" with Nicole Kidman with my cousin. Logically, the content of the story is very reminiscent of this film. (So ​​theft again ... mph ...) If you don't know the film, "The Six Thense" might say something to you, it's pretty much the same thing. Keratessa helped me a bit with the Sory, but expression and Co are entirely my account.


The story takes place somewhere after DBGT, i.e. in the future, when Bra and Trunks are weaned, Bulma is an old box and Vegeta (at least from a family point of view) is grandpa.




Here are the dedications and then I'll get started.


@ everyone I mentioned in the last FF. (Today I'm lazy to write again ...)




P.S .: The title, "Les Âmes" is French, so if you don't know what to do with the word, you should perhaps take a dictionary to hand.Pronunciation: Les Am (The E as in SchnEE and the S as in syrup, so very soft! And the A in Âmes very long, so not like the normal word "Am")




Legend:


"Hello, here I am, I'll say something!"


> The guy / the woman or the brat thinks his / her part <


´I highlight something, especially IMPORTANT`


(Note on my part)


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LES ÂMES


of tarragon




He stood outside the soothing rays of light. It was dark and yet he could see everything important - everything that was important to him. The blood rushed in his ears, every heartbeat hit him like a hammer blow. In his hand was a heavy club, a club made of iron. He was pale, fixed on a point in front of him. In one point? No, to one person.


Hate. Hatred and the desire for revenge, those were all thoughts that haunted his mind at this moment.He was trembling, afraid of the next few minutes.




"Well, what else are you going to do?"


"Yes, I have to help Bulma move the furniture. Typically women, no matter what you do, after a week you can rearrange cupboards and everything else anyway."


"I'm not feeling much better. ChiChi is the same. So you're not the only one, Vegeta."


Goku laughed. Yes, yes, these women were strange creatures and the poor men, like him and Vegeta, had to put their weekly changes of opinion into practice.


The neon lights shone brightly from the ceiling. The audience roared. Wonderful atmosphere for a pleasant duel. Suddenly Son-Goku fell silent, staring obsessively at a point just behind the back of his former archenemy.


"Vegeta, pass -"










"Well, I'll go then. Give my regards to the pseudo-fighters, Kakarott."


Vegeta yawned and turned towards the exit.Somehow it felt like he had taken a long nap.


"Mmh? Kakarott?"


The Saiya-jin did not respond. He stared at the floor, like a shroud.


"Kakarott ?!"


Vegeta looked at the other skeptically, finally even waving his hand in front of his face. No reaction.


"Do whatever you want, I'm going now!"


The prince grumbled and made his way home to the CC. In the corridor that separated the stadium from the city, a few words suddenly echoed from the hall. Someone complained about the cold draft. Yes, it must have been Kakarott. Strange, since when was it so sensitive?




Once in the CC, Vegeta strolled a little through the different rooms. In the living room he met Bulma. She stood at a low chest of drawers and was on the phone. Another typical female trait. Hanging on the line all day and chatting with your best friend so that the poor ´haus owners` almost fell off the ears.Bah, bah, bah! Unfortunately, she had kept the habit, even if she was no longer one of the youngest. Poor Vegeta.


"Tach, Bulma, I'm back!"


The addressee didn't seem to really notice him. She was fully focused on the conversation.


> That doesn't exist, am I just air lately, or what? <


The non-reaction of his wife didn't necessarily improve Vegeta's already bad mood, on the contrary. Furious, he stomped up to Bulma, crossed his arms over his chest and hissed, no, actually he almost shouted: "I'm back, woman!"


There was silence for a moment. Every color suddenly disappeared from the blue-haired woman's face, her hands began to tremble. A big tear stole from the corner of her eye, rolled down her cheek, and finally dripped onto the red carpet. With a soft click she put the phone back on the hook, lifted her head and looked briefly at Vegeta with her ocean-like eyes.What was that in her gaze? Nothing at all, just emptiness? Emptiness and sadness?


> What then ...? Did this one 'woman' hurt her so much? <


Bulma walked past him with an expressionless expression, or rather, she staggered. She struggled to cling to the banister. Something was bothering her. But to make such a fuss just because of that one word? Sure, it had been a while since he'd last called her this, but still ... that's why such a riot? That didn't really go with Bulma. That didn't suit her at all.




Thoughtful Vegeta sank down on the couch in the living room. What was wrong with Bulma?


A purple head appeared at the top of the stairs, Trunks. Bulma raised her head, gazing at her son for a moment. Suddenly she fell into his arms and burst into tears. She cried, cried all the time. Trunks looked around confused, what was going on now?He looked helplessly for a few comforting words, but couldn't find them. So he had no choice but to gently stroke his mother. Almost ten minutes passed before Bulma gradually became a little quieter. She wasn't a woman who cried a lot. If she was angry, she would yell at the subject, which usually moved on two legs, or give the messed-up tin box a big kick, if she was sad, then she did exactly the same, if she was hurt then she cursed , but crying ... Something was there that shouldn't be.


"What is it, ma?"


Instead of answering, she just snuggled closer to her son's shirt.


"Close the window, Trunks, it's cold here," she sniffed. The boy did as he was told, shuffled into the living room and fiddled with the snap lock.


"Hey, Trunks, she's angry because I called her a woman. Tell her I'm sorry."

Trunks paused in mid-movement.


Was there something? No, probably just the rustling of the trees in front of the house.


> Now I'm already starting to hear ghosts, trunks, trunks, you should sleep more!

"It's really cold in the living room, Ma," Vegeta heard Trunks say before they disappeared on the second floor.




The prince stared straight ahead. It all smelled strongly, very strongly of conspiracy. Nobody answered him when he spoke to him, it seemed as if he didn't even exist.


> Bitch. Always an idea, does it have to be? I'm hungry! <


Suddenly the door slammed and a blue head appeared in the living room.


"Hello, it's me, I have ... What, no one there?"


Bra looked around searchingly. As always, she had dressed up a little.Although she was now 36, she still liked to wear red. A red jacket, a red headband, red sneakers and burgundy jeans. It had been a while since Bra had last visited the CC, almost two years to be precise. She was holding a little boy by the hand. Her son? Mh ... who knows ...




"Really nobody there?"


Vegeta jumped up. "Here, here I am, right in front of your nose!"


"A shame. Come on, little one. I have to introduce you to your grandma and grandpa!"


She laughed and strolled across the room with the boy by the hand.


"Brr, is this cold. Maybe I should tell mum to turn on the heater."


> That's enough! <


"BRA!"


"Huh? Vegeta, did you hear that too?"


The little one looked at her with wide eyes. Her father looked at her with wide eyes. Who heard what here? Was she trying to make fun of him now, or had Bra actually named her son after Vegeta?The prince looked at the boy for a while. He really looked like him. The upright black hair, the pitch black eyes and also the blue two-piece suit, the white gloves ...


Instead of answering, the little one squeaked a few times, turned around and looked Vegeta straight in the eye. A happy squeak came from his throat and he waddled happily towards the older man.


"Vegeta, stop the nonsense, let's look for mom now!" The boy stopped, pointed with his short arms at Vegeta and eyed his mother in bewilderment.


Bra laughed, grabbed her son and ruffled his black mane a few times. Then she disappeared with him on the upper floor.


Vegeta's eyes narrowed to two narrow slits. Why, why in Dende's name did nobody want to admit him today? What was the show about? He made up his mind.


> Afterwards! <




"Hi, Mum, look who I brought you!"


In a good mood, Bra pushed the doorknob down and entered the room.Wanted to enter it. Suddenly she stopped dead on the doorstep. Her mother was sitting on a large double bed, her eyes ruddy, and she was crying. She sobbed incessantly, couldn't calm down at all.


"Ma, what is it?"


Suddenly she spotted Trunks. Her brother was sitting on a stool by the bed, his head bowed. His gaze turned inward somewhere. Somewhere into nowhere. He was pale, his lips moved, but no sound came from Bra's ears.


Vegeta peeked into the room curiously. His family. Kinked, broken, sorrowful. What